Heather Allen : "Grasses"

So still at heart, 

They respond like water 

To the slightest breeze,

Rippling as one body,



And, as one mind,

Bend continually

To listen:

The perfect confidants,



They keep to themselves

A web of trails and nests,

Burrows and hidden entrances --

Do not reveal



Those camouflaged in stillness 

From the circling hawks,

Or crouched and breathless

At the passing of the fox.





Poem of the Day, posted by The Poetry Foundation on May 27, 2016